[center][h2][color=39b54a]Brent Young[/color][/h2]
Nearest player: [@GoodLuckTuck][/center]
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Barely seconds had passed - the words had barely managed to escape his lips when he simply couldn't take it. This hell hole was terrifying. He was in a hotel that he didn't recognize in the slightest, what looked like a forest was just outside the broken door, and he had enough food for [i]maybe[/i] 3 days. and even then, the water situation was far worse. It didn't matter who the hell this lady was - any human interaction, any chance to find out what the hell was happening - that was all that he needed. He walked swiftly, holding the pocket knife in his pocket while trying to look calm. He turned to face the stairway, and found her.

She was white haired, fair skinned, significantly shorter than Brent. He honestly couldn't care less. As the seconds ticked by, he grew more and more paranoid, fearful of the situation they were in. She was standing, looked unhurt, and had a similar pack like Brent had. He kept his hand in his pocket, thankful there was another human but not willing to leave himself open. She must have had a knife, just like him.

[color=39b54a]"...Do you know where the hell we ar-"[/color]

Before he could finish, a mysterious blue light began to emanate from the eye holes of a picture, hanging crooked against the wall. The blue light caused Brent to jump, flinging the pocket knife down the stairs by accident. He nearly dove for it, before the light took the form of the woman, and began to speak. Not from the hologram, of course - there were no speakers there. The voice came from behind that same picture frame, sounding crisp and mocking. Brent probably would have thought of it as a joke had he not been in literally the middle of nowhere, lost and with apparently 3 days worth of supplies. Several things poked out to him, such as the second and third rule... Why did she discourage taking the chip out  by threatening death, then immediately say that suicide was impossible? There was no drawback for a suicidal person to dig out the chip - either they successfully do it and bleed out, or they are paralyzed and the machines kill them. Of course... Brent wasn't suicidal in the slightest. He was nearly pissing himself how afraid he was, in all honesty. He hadn't even noticed there was a USB with the supplies - it must have been too dark. In his peripheral vision, however, he saw his knife glinting in the sun, right next to the USB - he must have taken it out accidentally along with the knife.

Eventually, the hologram vanished, and Brent slowly made his way to his knife, being sure to keep the girl in sight. If this "Persephone" was to be believed, then killing a participant was perfectly allowed - in fact, that would be encouraged - you just got 3 more days of extra supplies, a bag, and a new knife. He sure as hell wouldn't do it, but he wasn't about to trust some random girl he met in a broken down hotel... Eventually, he made it to the bottom and, as he bent down to pick up the USB, he noticed the color wasn't black - Just an incredibly dark Green, with brown, barely visible text across the side reading [i]Forest[/i]. He placed both objects into his pocket, and got back to his feet. The joy he had felt earlier at meeting another person had now turned to a burning sense of fear. He had to find this mysterious "Halloween" in three days time, or else... what? He'd lose? What did that entail? If it meant going back home, he'd do it in a heartbeat, but considering this monster kidnapped him from his goddamn home and had the [i]audacity[/i] to make him play in her little game, he highly doubted that it'd be that easy. He turned back around, and spoke out.

[color=39b54a]"So... I'm Brent. I'm gonna... Well, I'm gonna head on out, look for this "Halloween" guy that she talked about. I don't want to know what will happen if I run out of time, so... If you wanna come along and look for your partner too, that's cool."[/color]

He sounded a hell of a lot calmer than he felt. To be honest, he really wanted her to come - she could help him look for Halloween, and if they needed to sleep, they could do it in shifts. He didn't want to be outside with all the forest animals in the dark, but he'd feel a hell-of a lot safer with another person. Hell, he didn't even want to look for this Halloween guy - the only reason he was ready to drop everything and start searching was because the faster he found this guy, the quicker he got out of this hell hole and could report this psycho to the police. Brent turned already began to make his way towards the door. He already wasted enough time, and they could walk and talk. He began to make his way towards the door, moving at a steady, if slightly fast pace. Unfortunately, he didn't even notice that he never asked the girl for her name, or even what color her USB was.